
Young Timmy was a curious boy with a knack for finding trouble. One afternoon, while wandering the endless, carpeted hallways of the grand “Royal Plaza Hotel,” he heard some muffled noises coming from Room 304. Intrigued, he pushed the door open just a crack.
Inside, it was pitch black. The curtains were drawn tight. Timmy squinted into the darkness and shouted, “Wow, it’s dark in here!”
Suddenly, the lights flickered on (or rather, a lamp was hastily turned on). A disheveled man and a woman were sitting up in bed, looking thoroughly embarrassed and annoyed. The man, trying to handle the situation with quick cash, reached for his wallet. “Look, kid, what do you want? Here’s $10. Just leave us alone, okay?”
Timmy took the money, shrugged, and walked away.
An hour later, boredom got the better of him. Timmy found himself back in front of Room 304. He pushed the door open again. It was dark once more. He shouted, “Wow, it’s dark in here!”
The man jumped up, furious. “Not you again! Go away! Here, take this $20 and go buy yourself something. Just stop bothering us!”
Timmy happily took the money and left, feeling like he’d had a very profitable day.
However, by the next morning, a pang of guilt hit him. He realized he had essentially extorted money from a couple by interrupting their privacy. Feeling remorseful, he went to his mother. “Mom, I did something bad yesterday at the hotel. I kept opening a door and taking money.”
His mother sighed, shaking her head. “That’s wrong, Timmy. You need to clear your conscience. Go to the church, find the confessional booth, and confess your sins to the priest.”
Timmy nodded solemnly. He walked to the local cathedral, found the wooden confessional booth, and stepped inside. It was small, enclosed, and completely pitch black.
Timmy sat down, cleared his throat, and said loudly:
“Wow, it’s dark in here!”
From the other side of the screen, a weary voice replied:
“Not you again! Are you following me around?”
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